Harry Potter and the Old Ones

The emotion of fear gradually spread among the teachers and students of Hogwarts. Now, there is only one topic in the corridors of Hogwarts during leisure time:

Ten Death Eaters on the run.

The news finally filtered through to the campus through the few people who read the newspaper. Rumor has it that someone in Hogsmeade has recognized several escaped convicts, and that the escaped convicts are hiding in the Shrieking Shack and may break into Hogwarts like Sirius did.

Children of magical families grew up hearing about these Death Eaters, whose names were almost as terrifying as Voldemort's, and the crimes they committed under Voldemort's reign of terror were well known. The victims' families were among the students at Hogwarts, and these students found themselves the unwilling center of attention in the corridors:

Susan Bones, whose uncle, aunt and cousins ​​all died at the hands of a fugitive, said bitterly in herbal medicine class that she now felt Harry's feelings deeply.

"I don't know how you can handle it, it's terrible," Susan Bones said frankly, adding so much dragon dung to the vine seedlings that they writhe and scream in pain.

Harry had been the subject of whispered comments and pointing fingers in the corridors these days again, but he noticed a slight change in the tone of the commentators. Curiosity now replaced hostility with sympathy and admiration, and once or twice he thought he heard someone express dissatisfaction with the Daily Prophet's account of how the ten Death Eaters escaped from Azkaban. In confusion and fear, these doubters seemed to turn to the only explanation left -

That's what Harry and Dumbledore have been saying since last year.

Harry had thought that the Azkaban escape would make Umbridge a little more restrained, that she would be ashamed of the huge mistake that had happened under the nose of her dear Fudge. But it turned out that they obviously overestimated Umbridge's bottom line, and this incident seemed to only make her crazier to control her life at Hogwarts -

She issued another education order.

Harry was too lazy to count which number this was. He only remembered that the content above was——

Anyone wishing to receive extra credit is welcome to report to the High Inquisitor of Hogwarts in the Defense Against the Dark Arts office on the third floor of Hogwarts.

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"Haha... This Umbridge has some tricks up her sleeve." Chief Thunderbird said teasingly when he saw the education order hanging on the wall.

"There is nothing new under the sun." Tiera glanced at him indifferently, and then said, "The left is just mobilizing the masses to fight against the masses. Wasn't your tribe defeated by Ang Sazhong in the same way back then?"

Chief Thunderbird's face instantly darkened.

"But..." Tiera pointed to another education order hanging on the wall, "There really is nothing new under the sun."

"Education Order No. 26"

Teachers and students are prohibited from discussing topics unrelated to the curriculum in public places. Violators will be strictly dealt with by the Senior Inquisitor of Hogwarts.

"Remember that joke I told you?" Tiera retracted and walked slowly to the laboratory, preparing to start a new day of experiments with Chief Thunderbird.

Tiera combined the modern experimental methods and thinking patterns in her mind. While conducting research on the rituals of becoming a god, she also worked with several other centenarians to gradually transform and simplify the original potions and alchemy in the magic world.

“The first phase we claim nothing happened, the second phase we claim something might have happened but we shouldn’t take action, the third phase we claim we should take some action but nothing can be done, the fourth phase we claim Maybe we could have done something at the beginning, but now everything is over." Chief Thunderbird said, "It's so classic, how could we forget it."

"Onsa's Ministry of Magic is like that. It's been more than half a year and it's still lingering in the first stage." Chief Thunderbird sneered, and then asked, "But is it true?"

"What?"

"That prophecy of yours." Chief Thunderbird asked, "The prophecy of 2020."

"Of course." Tiera said with a smile, "I have shown you the whole thing from the perspective of a bystander."

"It's just that even if you say that... I still feel a bit... a bit magical." Chief Thunderbird said carefully, "It's hard to imagine that such a powerful United States would be defeated by the plague."

"No, my dear Chief Thunderbird." Tiera shook her head with a smile, "The United States was defeated by itself and China."

“The plague was supposed to be a good medicine for the United States, to eliminate the redundant elderly population, and at the same time use vaccines to add a halo to its beacon, attracting more high-tech talents and young and middle-aged labor to fill the vacancies, and finally hoarding Vaccine, use the vaccine to harvest the world again, inject blood into the US stock market, and consolidate the hegemony of the US dollar.”

"It's a pity that they met China." Tiera smiled and sighed, "Of course, from my perspective, I can't understand why the top US officials despise China so much."

"But it doesn't matter." Tiera shrugged, "The decline of the United States is inevitable and capitalism will inevitably die, just like the great rejuvenation of the Chinese nation will surely be realized."

"I heard Dumbledore say your plan." Chief Thunderbird said, "It's grand and great. To be honest, if I were in the position you are in now, I wouldn't be able to plan like you." , I might build an Indian empire instead of a Co-Prosperity Sphere for all life on earth.”

"The term Co-Prosperity Sphere sounds a little weird, Chief Thunderbird," Tiera said.

"Haha... Yes, yes, I used the word a bit inappropriately." Chief Thunderbird laughed and said haha, "When what I want to say is, I can't be as open-minded as you... I mean It means... I can't share the notes of becoming a god, nor can I... and probably even less can I be open to my enemies..."

Tiera paused, glanced at Chief Thunderbird, and then chuckled.

"I wonder if Chief Thunderbird has ever heard of an ancient Chinese saying." Tiera asked as she walked.

"What?"

"Encourage people to be magnanimous and strike like lightning," Tiera said.

"I have no position or qualification to ask you to forgive them." Tiera shrugged, "Similarly, I am not qualified to say that those who massacred your compatriots were Americans in the past, and Americans today are innocent. Or, if you plan to kill all the white people in the United States, what is the difference between you and those white people in the United States?"

"So you know what I want to do? Do you know what I will do after I become a god?" Chief Thunderbird couldn't help but become nervous. "This is different from your blueprint. Aren't you going to stop me? Or are you going to bring someone with you?" Want me to participate in your experiment to explore the ritual of becoming a god?"

"I remember that I said on the first day of our experiment that the universalization experiment of becoming a god is purely academic. What I value is academic ability. As for whether you are an Indian with deep hatred or a ** *It doesn’t matter to me.”

"After all, it wasn't the skin of my parents that was made into boots, it wasn't that my daughter who had just turned one year old was skinned and made into a lampshade, it wasn't my sister that was skinned into a tapestry, it wasn't my master who was skinned. His skull was plated with gold and made into an ashtray." Tiera looked at Chief Thunderbird with a smile, "Since I am not the one who has experienced these tragic experiences, then who am I to advise you to be generous? Or am I What reason is there to stop you?"